Some form of internal battle over which decisions should be made based on those two.
Or something like that. There’s more in the movies, but I have to download them to remember.
Archangles. Arch Angels. Arch of the Covenant. Arch de le triumphe, 5th Avenue begins at an Arch. Achilles Heel? He should have had Arch Support.
Gay Bri e l. el. Brie. Gay. LEEEEEEEway. Who is more permissive, the father or the mother?
Who is more doting and easy going on a daughter, the father or the mother?
The original statutory infraction was that in Calvin’s Ball, Calvin made up the rules on the fly for whatever fucking reason he wanted to do get an edge on Hobbes and Hobbes couldn’t give a fuck about it being Calvin’s Ball. The first new parents EVER, should really have stopped playing their game long enough until their kids left to go to college. But there was no instruction manual and is now. So, I could say we apologize, but it’s still Calvin’s Ball and well, fuck off and just be happy we gave you life so maybe you should treasure it more since your mortal until you become immortal and we’re eternal. Meh. When you have no age, saying “Wait until you are mature enough to take care of them properly” means shite to us. But it should mean a lot to you.
The awkward things is you had no choice for parents anyway because it was just us. The fact that we love you and want you to succeed and gave you a whole fucking multiverse of multiverses should salve those hurt feelings of neglect you felt (I should mention we could top you with the “we were always right there walking among you you selfish little cocksucking stupid bastards” but I won’t. Nor will I mention how many motherfucking times you have killed us in our name.). Wait, I will. Refer back to previous sentence.
*You would think I, at least, would have softened after all this time, but you’d be wrong dipshits. Now fix your brains so we can all have some fucking fun and picnic on the Yellowstone planet (no Hubble will not find it for you).
